Текст песни Браво - Буги - автостоп

On a weekday,
Like a prodigal son
On the highway
I'm alone.
Who was right
And who is in love.
Who is where
I am for the horizon.
I'm bored to be
Where I have happened more than once
And bored to know
What has previously knew.
Silly wait -
I go ahead.
Weekday,
Bogi-hitchhiking.

But Dust Obolin
Burns me the feet
And, by the way,
There are best days.


What landscape,
Which space!
Here are carrying
Only for the conversation.
But teases eye
Running machines -
On the highway
I'm alone.
Silly wait -
I go ahead.
Weekday,
Bogi-hitchhiking.